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Bound for Life


Cas Nova


(c) 2020


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Tony starts a curious relationship with Bukky, a lady who is some years older than him. There are odds against the relationship right from the outset, but he is determined to scale through. The quest for material success becomes strong, but once again, Tony wants to succeed by all means.

There is a big price for this. He hurts the one that loves him, but he too must get hurt in return. This is because a supernatural force has bound them together and forever. There is no escape for him.

(This story contains strong and explicit sexual contents)









It was Monday morning. I walked along Randle Road to the midi supermarket where I wanted to buy some stuffs. Not much really; all I needed were a Colgate toothpaste, a tin of milk and a big loaf of bread. I greeted the security man at the entrance and made my way inside the store. I picked the items I needed and went to the sales clerk to make cash payment and collect receipt.

She gave me her usual perfunctory smile and put the items in a branded nylon bag.

“Thanks,” I said.

Her smile remained on her face. “You ‘re welcome.”

I took the polythene bag from her and went out of the supermarket. At the small parking lot, a car had just parked and its occupant came out. Even with the sun shade he put on, I could not make a mistake in realizing that this was a known guy. I stopped and stared at him. He locked the car and turned. It was then he noticed me.

He removed the sunshade he was wearing to be certain about who he was looking at.

“I will need to get glasses if it’s not Kay I’m looking at,” I said.

“And I will need to replace my eyes if this is not Tony.”

“Kay!” I exclaimed.

“Tony, the Tony!”

I moved closer to him and we embraced.

“Old boy, na your face be this?” I said.

“Yes, it’s good to see you, Tony boy.”

“Ah, see how you’re shining. How’s life with you?”

He smiled and shrugged. “We’re managing to go by.”

I smiled too. Kay was my good friend back in our university days at the state university in Ekpoma. Two years ago, we parted to serve in different States. We still maintained contact until about three months to the end of the service year.

I could not make any contact with him again as his lines were not going. Now, I was facing him in the least expected place.

“So where have you been? What happened to your lines?” I asked.

“Just before the end of the service year, I could not contact you again. Where’re you now?”

“I lost my phones,” he replied. “As for where I am now, it’s a long story. We need to meet so that we can discuss.”


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I could not make any contact with him again as his lines were not going. Now, I was facing him in the least expected place.

“So where have you been? What happened to your lines?” I asked. “Just before the end of the service year, I could not contact you again. Where’re you now?”

“I lost my phones,” he replied. “As for where I am now, it’s a long story. We need to meet so that we can discuss.”

“You live around here?”

He shook his head “I actually live off Adeniran Ogunsanya, but once in a while, I do come to this supermarket to get some things.” He put his hands in his pocket and brought a complimentary card.

“Tony, that’s my number. Give me a call. I’ll tell you where and when to meet. Sorry, I don’t have much time now.”

I nodded as I took the card from his hand. “Okay, Kay. I will definitely give you a call.”

I shook hands with him again and left. From Randle Way, I walked to our residence at Abina. My mind kept thinking about Kay. What kind of work could he be doing for him to be riding that fine car?

He looked posh and like a guy who had arrived. It was just about two years ago and a year ago that we finished our university and national service respectively. Wasn’t he lucky to have achieved what he had achieved within a short time?

After the national service, I had returned to Surulere, Lagos, where I stayed with my parents. I had written many letters of application and was still awaiting possible employment. Kay must be lucky, I decided.

Later, in the afternoon, I brought the card he had given me out and examined it. It indicated that he was Director of Kays Investment. Now, what exact kind of business was that? I shrugged.

My intimacy would soon make me to find out. Alone in the sitting-room, I decided to call one of his numbers. He picked the call after the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Kay. This is Tony on the line.”

“Ah, Tony my pal. How’s everything?”

I sighed. “Well, as they say, I’m managing.”

“Why don’t you let’s meet tomorrow? Let’s say by twelve mid-day.”

“No problem. Where?”

“Meet me at Exquisite Hotel on Ogunlana Drive. I’ll be at the lobby.’

I sighed. The hotel was a popular one in the area, although I had never entered inside before.

“Okay, Kay. I’ll be there. This is my number.”

“Alright. See you.”

He cut the line. Briefly, I wondered why he should ask me to see him in a hotel. Then, I shrugged. I was just getting to know him again, I thought.

Few minutes later, the bell-push sounded. I was the only one in the house as mum and Tony had gone to work. Mum should return by six p.m., which was about a couple of hours to go. As for dad, he would not be returning until eight p.m. or thereabout. I went to the door, wondering if mum was the one.

“It’s me, Bukola,” the caller said.

“O-okay.” I opened the door for her. “Hello, Sister Bukky.”

“Hi.”

Sister Bukola, also known as Sister Bukky, was a lady most likely in her early thirties. She owned a hair-dressing saloon on our street. She was very friendly with my mum and my kid sister. Besides, we attended the same church where she was one of the choristers. She and I were friends too, but not intimate.

Recently, the way she kept popping up in our house, especially when no one else was around, showed that she really wanted me to get closer to her.

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Recently, the way she kept popping up in our house, especially when no one else was around, showed that she really wanted me to get closer to her, but I wasn’t keen. I was just twenty-five.

Although she had a pretty face and a curvy figure, having an affair with a lady many years older than me was not something I really fancied.

“I came to keep this jar of ice cream in the freezer,” she said, showing me a polythene nylon she was holding. “Can you be kind enough to keep it there for me? When I close and I’m going home, I’ll come and take it.”

“Okay,” I said and took the nylon from her.

It looked like it was a 500 gram of ice cream. “I’ll keep it in the freezer right away.”

I left her in the sitting-room and took what she handed me to the freezer in the kitchen. When I came back, she was still standing where I had left her.

I looked at her enquiringly.

“Aren’t you lonely staying alone in the house?” she asked. “Why are you always holed up inside?”

I shrugged. “Let’s just say I’m an introvert person. I’m a person who is not outgoing.”

I sat down and stared absent-mindedly at the television.

“Can I join you for some minutes?” she asked.

“Of course, sure. If you’re not too busy. Please, sit down.”

She sat on the couch opposite me. “I told my apprentices that I was going on lunch break.”

She didn’t have to explain why she came around. I shrugged and smiled briefly.

“That’s okay. You don’t need to explain why you are here.”

She smiled briefly too. “So, what do you do to kill boredom?”

I sighed. “Well, I watch t.v and read.”

She made a face. “You still read?”

“Of course. Nothing can stop me from reading.”

She nodded. “I think I like that. What kind of programmes do you like to watch on t.v?”

“Movies and sports.”

“Ah, I suppose the bulk of that sports will be football.”

I grinned. “You’re right. And you, what do you do in your spare time?”

“Music. I love to listen to music a lot.”

I was tempted to ask her what kind of music but I decided not to. I could guess the genre she liked.

“So, you don’t intend to go out today?” she asked.

“No.”

“Why don’t you just come around to my place in the evening for a change?”

Come to her place? I blinked rapidly. She lived at Gbaja, which was not far from where I lived. I knew her house, but had never entered the building. I shrugged.

“That will be no problem. I’ll probably just take a stroll to come around.”

She smiled radiantly and stood up. “Thank God you know the place. I close the saloon by seven-thirty, so by eight, I’ll be at home. I’ll be expecting you this evening, Tony.”

“Sure, I’ll be there,” I said, replicating her smile. “Be expecting me.”

She moved to the door. “Alright, see you.”

“Okay.”

After she had gone, I thought over our conversation. Sister Bukky wanted your intimacy, part of my mind said. I sighed.

If I didn’t want any such thing, the best thing for me to do was not to venture to her place. But then, I asked myself why I should chicken out. Had I not told her that I would come?

What was wrong with being intimate with her?

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Come to her place? I blinked rapidly. She lived at Gbaja, which was not far from where I lived. I knew her house, but had never entered the building. I shrugged.

“That will be no problem. I’ll probably just take a stroll to come around.”

She smiled radiantly and stood up. “Thank God you know the place. I close the saloon by seven-thirty, so by eight, I’ll be at home. I’ll be expecting you this evening, Tony.”

“Sure, I’ll be there,” I said, replicating her smile. “Be expecting me.”

She moved to the door. “Alright, see you.”

“Okay.”

After she had gone, I thought over our conversation. Sister Bukky wanted your intimacy, part of my mind said. I sighed. If I didn’t want any such thing, the best thing for me to do was not to venture to her place. But then, I asked myself why I should chicken out. Had I not told her that I would come? What was wrong with being intimate with her?

That evening, when she closed at her shop, she did not come to take the jar of ice cream she kept in the freezer. Few minutes after eight, I told mum I wanted to take a walk around, and left the house. Within ten minutes, I was at the gate of her residence. The bungalow had a shop where a woman sold provisions.

“Good evening, ma,” I greeted her. “Please, I’m looking for Sister Bukky.”

The woman pointed at the passage way. “Go through that. Her room is the first by the left.”

“Thank you.” I followed the direction and soon found myself in front of Bukky’s room. From within, I could hear the sound of the sound system playing a gospel music.

Gently, I rapped on the door.

“Come in,” she called from inside.

I turned the door handle and entered the room.

“Hey, my guest has come o,” she gushed.

“Good evening, sister.”

She came to give me a hug, and all the reservations I had about her desirability disappeared. I could feel her boobs against my chest. There was no doubt that she was braless. The spaghetti top and the bum short made her alluring. I could also smell the nice perfume she had on.

The hug lasted just a couple of seconds but it increased my heart beat.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I was almost thinking that you were not coming again.”

“Oh, since I said I would come, I would definitely come.”

“Sit down. What can I offer you?”

She occupied a room, which had standard size. Apart from the bed and a wardrobe, there was a rack for television and electronics, there was a 21 inches flat-screen, a couch and a center table. I sat on the couch. The room was decent and well-arranged.

“Anything you can offer is acceptable.”

“Okay. Let me go out and get you a bottle of mineral. I’m actually cooking and the food will soon be ready.”

“It’s okay. You even forgot your jar of ice cream.”

She smiled. “I can always take that anytime. Give me a minute.”

She left the room. I looked about the room. It was cozy as she was able to make it look decent and nice. Her picture frame was on the television stand, next to the electronic set. I moved closer to have a look. With her smile, she looked beautiful.

After about ten minutes, she returned with a tray containing a plate of jollof rice and a plastic bottle of mineral.

“Food is ready,” she announced.

I beamed in smile. There were two spoons in the plate.

“The food is for the two of us,” she said. “But the mineral is for you.”

“Thanks.”

The food was served hot, but I liked it like that. Without further ado, she sat next to me on the couch and we started to eat.

“What do you say about the food?”

I grinned. “It’s delicious. It’s one of the best jollof I’ve ever eaten.”

I meant it. The food was indeed delicious, so no flattery was meant.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m very certain.”

“Thanks for finding it so.”

“And thanks for making it so too.” I grinned.

There was a Nollywood movie on the t.v. We alternated between eating and watching it and only made monosyllable interjections. After the food, she asked if I wanted more.

“Oh, no. I’m very okay. Thanks.”

She uncorked the mineral drink bottle. “So, you can take this while I clear the plates.”

I nodded. She took the tray out and soon returned.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” I said.

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

She sat on the couch again. At that very moment, the PHCN chose to strike.

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Nice update.

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Well done OP

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She took the tray out and soon returned.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” I said.

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

She sat on the couch again. At that very moment, the PHCN chose to strike.

There was a hiss from her. “Eh, this NEPA don come again,” she muttered.

She stood up from the couch. I could still see her outline in the semi-darkness. “Let me get the rechargeable lamp.”

I surprised myself with my next action. I suddenly held her by the hips. “No, there’s no need. Just sit down.”

She sat down while I wrapped my hands around her shoulders. Without thinking of what could be her reaction, my lips found hers. There was only a slight resistance from her.

My audacity seemed to be welcome when she stopped the feeble resistance and kissed me back. I lifted her from the couch and was able to take her to the nearby bed.

She whispered, “Why did you do that?”

In the semi-darkness of the room, I grinned.

“Because I’ve always wanted to do that. You have pretty lips, my dear Sister Bukky.”

“Sister?” she snickered. I knew what that meant: there would be no need for formality again.

“You’ve got very pretty lips, Bukky.”

There was a slight pause. “Only pretty lips?”

I grinned again and rubbed her shoulders. “No. you’ve got beautiful face too and a very attractive body.”

Again, she paused. “Are you sure?”

“If I can kiss you again like I did, then, I’m damn sure.”

My lips sought hers again. this time, the kiss was long.

“Does that tell you I’m sure now?”

She giggled. “A bit, but what about my age?”

I sighed. “What about it?”

“I’m much older than you,” she reminded.

“I know. Does it matter?”

I felt her shrug her shoulders. “You don’t mind that? You don’t mind the fact that …?”

I didn’t allow her to finish. To hell with how old she was, I felt, moving in to kiss her again. My right hand went to her bust to handle the boobs.

They seemed full and firm, although I could not really see them properly. What I saw did not really matter, at this point. It was what I felt. My body felt electrified handling those boobs.

I groaned. In a jiffy, we were stepping the whole thing up. I shoved off my clothes and pulled at her bum short. I had her pantie shoved down and the spaghetti top removed. I could only see the outline of her naked body, but that was good enough.

Bukky lay back, her left knee rising as I moved over her. She certainly had a good body, as far as I could see.

I gripped my shaft, spread her thighs and used the tip of my organ to touch her pussy. She spread the legs more, raising up a thigh.

Even in the dark, the shaft made no mistake in finding its way inside her vagina. I started to thrust while she held my waist gingerly. Bukky let out a moan as I buried myself inside her in one stroke.

She moved her hands up to my shoulders and pulled me down a bit, making my chest to have a close one with her bust.

I continued my thrusting, doing it as gently as I could. There were more moans as the action progressed. I thrust into her smooth, moist pussy with a silken sheath driving my desire higher.

Bukky crossed her ankles behind me and tugged, urging me on. I increased the tempo to do it hard and fast. I soon became selfish in my desire as I thrust harder.

She gasped, shuddered, and climaxed, her body heaving, pussy twitching and her breasts shaking.

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I want to start by thanking my numerous friends and Nairalanders who read and comment on my story.

Thank you all for your interest and encouragement.

This is another story I hope you will find interesting.

Happy reading.

Bound for Life


Cas Nova


(c) 2020


All rights reserved.

Tony starts a curious relationship with Bukky, a lady who is some years older than him. There are odds against the relationship right from the outset, but he is determined to scale through. The quest for material success becomes strong, but once again, Tony wants to succeed by all means.

There is a big price for this. He hurts the one that loves him, but he too must get hurt in return. This is because a supernatural force has bound them together and forever. There is no escape for him.

(This story contains strong and explicit sexual contents)









It was Monday morning. I walked along Randle Road to the midi supermarket where I wanted to buy some stuffs. Not much really; all I needed were a Colgate toothpaste, a tin of milk and a big loaf of bread. I greeted the security man at the entrance and made my way inside the store. I picked the items I needed and went to the sales clerk to make cash payment and collect receipt.

She gave me her usual perfunctory smile and put the items in a branded nylon bag.

“Thanks,” I said.

Her smile remained on her face. “You ‘re welcome.”

I took the polythene bag from her and went out of the supermarket. At the small parking lot, a car had just parked and its occupant came out. Even with the sun shade he put on, I could not make a mistake in realizing that this was a known guy. I stopped and stared at him. He locked the car and turned. It was then he noticed me.

He removed the sunshade he was wearing to be certain about who he was looking at.

“I will need to get glasses if it’s not Kay I’m looking at,” I said.

“And I will need to replace my eyes if this is not Tony.”

“Kay!” I exclaimed.

“Tony, the Tony!”

I moved closer to him and we embraced.

“Old boy, na your face be this?” I said.

“Yes, it’s good to see you, Tony boy.”

“Ah, see how you’re shining. How’s life with you?”

He smiled and shrugged. “We’re managing to go by.”

I smiled too. Kay was my good friend back in our university days at the state university in Ekpoma. Two years ago, we parted to serve in different States. We still maintained contact until about three months to the end of the service year.

I could not make any contact with him again as his lines were not going. Now, I was facing him in the least expected place.

“So where have you been? What happened to your lines?” I asked.

“Just before the end of the service year, I could not contact you again. Where’re you now?”

“I lost my phones,” he replied. “As for where I am now, it’s a long story. We need to meet so that we can discuss.”


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Bukky crossed her ankles behind me and tugged, urging me on. I increased the tempo to do it hard and fast. I soon became selfish in my desire as I thrust harder.

She gasped, shuddered, and climaxed, her body heaving, pussy twitching and her breasts shaking.

I was still far from reaching my finishing point. I kept thrusting deep, withdrawing almost completely and thrusting again. She regained breath from her climax and started writhing underneath me again.

An idea came to my mind, so I pulled out.

“You have to get on your knees,” I said, gently.

Bukky rolled over, kneeling and putting her hands on the bed. I could clearly see the outline of her sexy ass. My eyes had become accustomed to the semi-darkness so I could see her beautiful shape.

I could imagine that her pussy was glistening as it nestled between her thighs. Holding my cock, I guided it to penetrate her again, slipping into her warm, silken vagina. I gripped her hips, and thrust in and out of her. Her buttocks shook with each slap of my groin.

I leaned over her to handle her breasts and tweak her nipples. My left hand then reached down between her legs to caress her clit.

She gasped again, “Oh, my goodness!” she moaned and climaxed, her whole body shaking and her pussy tightening.

This second orgasm also shook her body. With shaking body, her elbows gave away, her shoulders hitting the bed but with her butt still in the air. I held on to her waist and thrust her hard in deep, long strokes.

She lay flat on the bed. I followed suit as if I was glued to her with my groin cushioned by her sexy buttocks. Now, I did it faster.

Sweating, my orgasm slammed into me, cock swelling, swelling, aching and, with a loud moan, I exploded into her, my cum erupting in a huge, gut-wrenching spurt.

My semen seemed to erupt endlessly. Humping her gorgeous ass, I exploded the semen on her butt. I lay on her as I tried to regain my breath.
Some seconds later, she was the first to speak.

“How did you do it?” she asked, panting and wiggling her ass.

“Did what?”

“How were you able to last so long?”

I grinned again. “It’s because I’m good,” I answered. “You know what? You’re good too.”

Now exhausted, I rolled to the other side of the bed.

“Is that what you think?” she asked.

I patted her ass. “Yes. That’s what I think and have come to know.”

She snuggled up to me. Just then, the PHCN restored electricity. It was as if they took it for me to indulge in what I just did. Now, I could see her nudity clearly.

She looked embarrassed that she was completely nude by my side especially under the full glare of the light. But there was no need for that.

What I saw was a fantastic figure with very nice boobs. I pulled her to myself and kissed her again.

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